The First Gospel Chapter 17: Join us, enthusiastic netizens (Part 1)

19:53, in front of the X City Police Station.

"Master Gu, I'm very sorry. I've already clarified this with Captain Zheng. I didn't expect they would actually arrest you."

The middle-aged man with a mustache apologized very sincerely. After discussing the project, he rushed here without .

To be honest, Gu Yun's appearance surprised him a little.

He originally thought that all exorcists were white-haired, sage-looking old men, but Gu Yun didn't look much older than his son, and his dress was tasteless. He was the kind of person who might be mistaken for a vagrant if he walked down the street.

He had already heard the details from the housekeeper.

"That's nothing, it's just about the reward..."

Being taken to police station was a common occurrence for Gu Yun, and he was not very angry.

"The housekeeper told me that today's event is all thanks to you. So, just ask. As long as it is within my ability, I will try my best to satisfy you."

"Can you really just ask?"

Gu Yun asked back.

Although he knew that Mr. Jin was from a wealthy family, what he was going to do next was no different from asking for an exorbitant price.

For the sake of his sister's endurance training, he decided to go all out!

“Ah, yeah.”

Gu Yun's expression made Mr. Jin feel a little uneasy. Having been in the business world for many years, he could see at a glance that Gu Yun was going to ask for a huge sum of money.

All recent working capital has been invested in the project, and it is difficult to come up with a huge amount of funds at once.

But compared to money, the safety of family comes first.

No matter how much money you make, if you don’t have family to share your joy with, those numbers will lose their meaning.

Mr. Jin gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and said, "Although I am short of working capital recently, I can still borrow some money from the bank, so Master Gu, just tell me."

He made his decision.

Whether it is 5 million, 10 million, or 20 million, he will take it out.

"Then I said it." Gu Yun took a deep breath, "One thousand... forget it, how about five hundred."

He hesitated in the police station for a whole day before finally making up his mind to ask for one thousand.

But Mr. Jin just mentioned that funds are tight recently, and it is not easy for a rich person to come up with such a huge sum of money as one thousand yuan in a short time.

Even though the little fat boy was so "sick", Mr. Jin, as his father, was still busy with work and couldn't even find time to go home.

It seems that it's not easy for everyone.

"Five hundred...? Master Gu, are you sure you're right?"

Did you miss any units of quantity like "ten thousand"?

Mr. Jin was stunned by Gu Yun's series of operations. If it was 500 yuan, he didn't even need to go to the bank because he had the cash in his wallet.

"Your son has just recovered, and there must be a lot of places in the family that need money."

Gu Yun remembered that Gu Tiantian had a serious illness when she was a child. In order to cure her, they had to mortgage the only house left by their father. After his sister recovered from the illness, they used the remaining money to move into a cheap rental house.

"This is five thousand dollars. This is all the cash I have on hand right now."

Mr. Jin took out all the whole bills he could find in his wallet and car , counted them up, wrapped them up and handed them to Gu Yun.

Businessmen are a group of people who are only interested in profit, and he has been in the business world for so many years that he has become accustomed to measuring everything with profit.

And this Master Gu took into consideration his family situation and took the initiative to reduce his remuneration?

This young man...

In fact, you have no idea about money at all, right?

"Five thousand dollars? Are you crazy? Do you want to mortgage your house?"

No, none of the paintings in my house cost more than that.

Mr. Jin really didn't know what to say. In fact, five thousand yuan was more than 20 times lower than his expected remuneration.

"You take it! And, keep this."

As he spoke, he handed a white card to Gu Yun.

"what is this?"

"This is my business card. It has my personal phone number on it. If you need help in the future...anything, you can call the number on it."

Gu Yun took a look.

The words "Chairman of Wanhua Real Estate" are printed on it.

He didn't know the meaning of this identity.

But since he can come up with 5,000 yuan at once, his status should be similar to that of the village elders, right?

"I see. You should go back as soon as possible."

Gu Yun thought about it for a moment and decided that if the person who was cursed was his sister, he would rush home as soon as possible even if he had to escape from prison.

"Master Gu...thank you for what you did today."

"You're welcome."

Gu Yun hung the bag on his forearm, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and turned around in a nonchalant manner.

But in fact, his eyes had completely turned into the shape of money.

Five thousand dollars!

This is five thousand yuan!

Together with the previous deposit, the total is six thousand yuan. After dividing it equally, he will still have three thousand yuan in his account!

In other words, not only could he buy the discounted treadmill home, but he could also have more than a thousand dollars left over, and this was just the money he earned in less than a week!

I didn’t expect that bounty hunters are so popular in this world and making money is so easy!

Gu Yun carefully felt the weight of the five thousand yuan again...

How come he is so rich?

Now he has to bear a huge amount of money that he shouldn't have to bear at his age.

Um.

It seems like I'm a little too proud of myself.

Just as Gu Yun was about to go home, Wang Lu called.

"Hello?"

"Hey, where are you now?"

Wang Lu's voice sounded somewhat solemn, without any joy of making a lot of money.

"In front of the police station."

"Come see me, I have something important to discuss with you."

…

20:32.

After Gu Yun was lost for more than 20 minutes, the two finally met successfully in front of a barbecue restaurant just across the street from the police station.

"We made a total of 6,000 yuan this time! We've made a fortune!"

As soon as they met, Gu Yun said happily.

The eyes still retain the shape of money.

"Now is not the time to discuss this... Wait, how much did you say you earned?"

"My employer gave me 5,000 yuan, plus the deposit it's 6,000 yuan!"

Six thousand yuan!

When he used to calculate the fortunes of high school students, he only charged 30 yuan per person. These 6,000 yuan were more than his monthly income in the past!

Then, Wang Lu's eyes also turned into the shape of money.

Get rich.

I really made a fortune this time!

After he finishes the next job, he can go back to his hometown...

"No! I'm here to discuss serious matters with you!"

The flag that was almost erected brought him back to reality. Wang Lu suddenly remembered that he was also in unknown danger.

He was still in junior high school when he first met [God], which is almost twenty years ago.

After that day, he had been looking for the whereabouts of that "God", trying every possible means, but could not find any clues, so gradually, even he himself began to doubt whether that memory was just a dream he had when he was confused in sleep one night.

Perhaps, [God] is just a fantasy in people's minds and does not exist.

It was not until just now at Mr. Jin's house that the fat boy proved that it was not a dream or an illusion.

And he saw with his own eyes what happened to the fat boy.

If they had not accepted the commission, today's events would have ended in a different way.

The insane

So……

What is the price he has to pay?

Whenever Wang Lu thought about this, he felt creepy - would there be a day when he woke up and saw the carpet in his home stained with blood?

It doesn’t seem like a job anymore.

However, he still knew nothing about [God] and he needed more information.

So, on the way here, Wang Lu made an important decision.

"Gu Yun."